Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Index,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.